Novel & Cerita The 5th Wave Fanfiction

"Selene. The council will not let this pass." I nodded. Then I went to my rented room and opened my laptop. The wolf community had its own network. A forum where packs shared news. Alistair had built his reputation there. His word was law. I created an anonymous account. And I wrote. Title: The True Face of Alpha Alistair Blackthorn He cheated on his Luna with a Gamma female. He watched his mother-in-law die while saving that female's pet. He fed the dead woman's ashes to a pup. He beat and imprisoned his mate when she protested.

If he was coming after me, then he would have to break down two locked doors. I flipped on the shower and waited for the water to heat, trying to process what had just happened. Every woman's erotic fantasy had just come to life. I shrugged. Well, maybe not the wolf part. But walking out to the living room with a gorgeous naked man lying on the futon was... unreal. The stuff made of fantasy... or paranormal romance novels. Pushing the thought from my mind, I stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water calm me down, since I appeared to be on an adrenalin high.

Because she once hurt the Prince--- I mean they hurt each other's feelings but now they are okay. And giving a second chances to people is not a bad thing at all... the end." Wave frown. "That's it? No more next story?" Wave asks. Peach smile at Wave. "Nope. The story is ongoing." Wave creepily smile at her. "The story is Just Another Chapter of your life. There will be more to it!" Peach face went blankly when Wave giggle mysteriously. "I can't wait to here the sequel!" She excitedly add.

Because if he does, he might lost his control and tear her apart. *********** I am sorry guys, Chapter 50 has been uploaded repeatedly and I am not able to delete the extra one.. Please skip the repeated one.. I have only uploaded one chapter..

"But they'll have backup here in minutes. We need to move." We pushed through the checkpoint, leaving the dead guards behind. I tried not to look at them, tried not to think about the lives we were taking. But this was war—desperate, ugly war for my parents' survival. The fifth level was different from the others. Where the upper levels had been sterile, institutional, this felt actively oppressive. The air was thick with old magic and older pain. The walls themselves seemed to absorb sound, creating an eerie silence broken only by our footsteps and ragged breathing.

And somewhere in that volcanic wasteland, the woman they knew as Tamara walked further and further from her humanity. The fifth seal was absorbed. Only two remained. But they might have already lost the one person who could stop what was coming.

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq

“Nobody is marrying anybody. We’re just… dating.” Theo held up his phone. “Group chat name: ‘Team Fifth Vow.’ I’m making it.” Ava lunged toward him. “DO NOT MAKE A GROUP CHAT!” Theo ran. “It’s TOO LATE, MA!” Maya laughed, tears in her eyes. “Oh my God… this family is… everything.” Marvella whispered, “Lord give me strength.” Ava turned to Marcus, mortified. “They’re insane.” He smiled softly. “I love them.”

He just wanted to see me suffer. He released the blonde, pushing her aside, and grabbed the other, repeating the same actions he had done with the first. I tried not to look, but it was stronger than me. I needed his gaze, his image, his body. My body leaned instinctively. The Wave usually lasted for 15 days. “15 days”, I repeated to myself, taking a deep breath. “15 days and I’ll be back to normal.” That was just one of the lies I told myself, underestimating the power of the Wave, not knowing I would still have to witness those scenes for a very, very long time before it could change.

It was pointless. Midway through trying, the door opened, and my eyes met his. Callum paused, staring at me with a seemingly confused expression on his face. His eyes still spoke the same, cold language they always did. He kept his eyes fixated on my thighs, staring intensely. Gosh, this is awkward. I hurriedly shifted my legs to the side, trying my best to block his view and hide my wound. There was no way I was just going to sit there and let him stare at me like that. Plus, why would he want to stare at a bloody bandaged, infected thigh?